#15 – Excuses are worse than allergies.

Chronic lateness is rude.

Chronic lateness is a reflection that a person/s doesn’t care enough to take the measures to show up at an agreed time, that is set aside, to accommodate all parties.

Chronic lateness is a “subtle” message that your time isn’t important.

Chronic lateness is a sign of selfishness which borders on narcissism.

Now don’t get me wrong, I understand things happen and I tend to be annoyingly on time, but after the second or third time being late, that action of lateness speaks volumes to me and I can’t bear to hear another excuse.

If mornings are difficult for you, then don’t schedule appointments for the morning.

If you forgot charge your phone and couldn’t text me, it’s time to grow the fuck up. That shit should be as important as brushing your teeth before going to bed.

If you can never decide on what outfit to wear, here is a word for you – PLANNING – learn it.

If you told someone else to remind you to be on time, aka husband, significant other, roommate…I didn’t realize you still lived with your “mother” and your maturity level is at a first grade level.

I honestly don’t care what the reasons are AGAIN.

Because you are late AGAIN! Repeating the same excuses, or finding new ones, will not develop a deeper amount of compassion for your rudeness within my brain. Excuses always make me internally itchy and really fucking irritated. As you spew your excuses, you are solidifying for me, that I, and the experience we were to have together, wasn’t important enough for you to be on time. So please, just stop yourself, you’ve insulted me and wasted enough of my time that at this point, I truly don’t care. I will just walk away.

And know what? That experience you and I were to have together? That I am continually on time for? Has now become unimportant to me too. So, please, out of the remaining respect for us both, just shut up, say your sorry. Reflect that you realize, if you actually do, how rude your behavior is and you are really going to make a change because you respect our relationship.

If you can’t offer that, then we truly have nothing more to discuss.



Mind the hole…

Dissociation is defined as “mild detachment from immediate surroundings to more severe detachment from physical and emotional reality.”

I refer to it as my “turtle shell.”

As long as I remember which hole to use when coming back out, I don’t see a problem.